Y-ego Master

This year, in celebration of the birth of Jesus, the wise men betrothed our household not with gifts of gold and frankincense and myrrh, but rather box upon box upon box of Legos - the Lego City Airport, the Lego City Rescue Helicopter, the Aquaraiders Lobster Strike, the Mars Mission Strike Fighter, the Police Helicopter, the Fire Rescue Truck, and the huge variety set, otherwise known as the "Big Blue Box of Legos" - I think there may be more, but they are mercifully hidden under the treasure troves of all the other Lego sets.

T has become a skilled Y-ego Master in the span of just one week. We thought we were going to have to spend big bucks on tuition for the International School for Lego Architecture, but alas, the boy is a natural! In fact, he is a lego-building fool...a Lego Ninja (see pic below)...a Lego Guru...the Swami of all Lego Builders...a Lego virtuoso, if you will.

Oh, I'm kidding - but seriously, the kid is obsessed with those tiny building blocks of rock-hard plastic that feel oh-so-wonderful on the bottom of bare feet. He goes to bed thinking about the Lego accomplishments of the day, and wakes up the next morning to finish the next big thing! Who knew that all it would take to bridge the gap of boredom was a $29.99 box of Legos?

Do they offer Lego insurance? I think the vast Lego collection now residing in our home has got to be approaching a net value of at least $250. Note to self: see if we can take out a second based on the value of our children's toys...